23 July 2019 Video
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A plague upon this howling!
They are louder than the weather, or our office.
Boatswain The Tempest 1.1.14
The sun enters the best Fixed Fire sign of all: Leo on July 22, 2019, at 9:50 PM — but Mr. Mercury stays retrograde until July 31. But what does that mean?
Going to be a long one, and you can’t say I didn’t try and warn you. Happy birthday, and so on. There’s a trick. I think I stole this line from literature, but I’m too lazy to look for it now, about sampling a phrase before uttering a phrase.
“Taste your words before spitting them out.”
Might’ve been an “anon.” signature, too. Can’t always read my own messages to myself. But that essence of that note, especially now that Mercury is where he is? That message is clear, “Taste your words before you spit them out.” Anyone who’s been around kids know that some little children are not shy when it comes to spitting out something that doesn’t taste good, or that they think might taste bad, so why try? Going to be a long Mercurial Period, and on the backside of Cancer, best advice? Taste your words before you spit them out.
Birthday crap starts soon enough, just hold on for about four more days. Depends on when you read this, too, but from the moment you read this, moving forward? Need about four more days. It just helps to pad out that estimate for arrival, that projected closure date, the high holiday travel thing, any of that? “Four more days?” Yes. Why I love The Leo so much, you guys are quick learners. So, in summation?
Thou mighty one, that with thy power hast turn’d
Green Neptune into purple; whose approach
Comets prewarn, whose havoc in vast field
Unearthed skulls proclaim, whose breath blows down
The teeming Ceres’ foison, who dost pluck
With hand armipotent from forth blue clouds
The mason’d turrets, that both mak’st and break’st
When Mercury is in apparent retrograde motion, like now, “things” tend to go “sideways.” Simply put. I know, the Moon Children and their birthdays, and I know, “Happy Birthday!” Then, too, I understand, leave a little earlier, arrive a little late, that’s just how it goes. I don’t struggle with this, not anymore, but then I live in concert with the planets and their apparent motions.
“More like ‘motion sickness,’ this week,” mutters one moon child. Yes, thank you for that image. Some of you guys are just sick. “Get on with it!” So this week, next couple of days, nothing seems to point where you are supposed to be; you take a right, and the correct answer was go left; however, if you go left? The first answer was right. Gets a bit silly, and what with birthdays and all? Why not pretend this is just fun and games, not nearly as serious as you would make it out to be. It serves you well not to be become invested in silly expectations at the moment, as those are sure to fail. Enjoy the show, though.
I got the perfect gift for The Leo’s week: the “mute” button. Phones have them. TVs have them. Too bad our significant others don’t have them? Yeah, that kind of commentary can get either one of us in big trouble in a hurry. So, yeah, no, keep that idea to yourself about installing some kind of sound-limiting button on the spouse (girlfriend, boyfriend, &c.) Back to my point though, what works?
Aaron in Shakespeare’s
Titus Andronicus 2.1.7-9
Mercury conjuncts Mars and goes retrograde, all about July 7, 2019, around 6:14 PM — but your mileage may vary, see fineprint for details.
One of the problems especially when fishing along the Gulf Coast? The tint of the sunglasses. With a sub-tropical setting, and water that can change in the blink of an eye, the tint on the sunglasses — needs to be dark, polarized, and UV-proof. The problem is that the color of the lens change the color of the water. I was looking through some digital images from the last trip and I realized that I had thought the water was green, when — according to the pictures of me with fish, in the background? It shows more like blue water. All of it is “skinny water,” means rather shallow. Inter-coastal, in-shore, heard it called a lot of things, but for me, it spells out summer fun with a fishing pole in hand.
The question of the water’s color? Depends on the sunglasses. While I know of a few people who would venture without protective eyewear, ten, twelve hours in the summer sun? Not a chance I would go without not just one but two sets of shades. That’s how I discovered the difference the lens make. Maybe this isn’t really new information, but it seemed like a earth-shattering discovery for me, at the time. Subtle differences, shaded by the lens I use to look at the situation. Color of the water changes. Simple stuff, obvious clue, one could say, “Right in front of you,” or, “in plain sight.” This week, holidays and all? It’s how you look at it. Or, how you look at it, through what lens?
Ever been in one of them resorts? Think, like pool-side in Las Vegas, if that’s really still a thing. With temperatures easily cresting 110, yeah, I’m not going to be poolside in a cabana at this time. If there’s fishing involved, then there’s the cool bay water, and the breeze from offshore, or the wind in my hair as the boat motors along at 50 knots. But I was thinking about the pool-side cabana I see in the ads for resorts. Usually, there’s a series of those tents clustered around the pool, stacked like trailers in a trailer park. Rife with the same drama that comes from trailers in a trailer park, “He said that she said, that they said,” and then it get ugly.